Chapter 1It was a little after 2 in the morning, on a sultry Louisiana night when the big black Kenworth pulled up in front of the tiny, hole in the wall truck stop. The truck idled with a soft rumble as the driver wearily opened the door and climbed out. She was tired from the long miles and wanted nothing more than a hot shower and some coffee, maybe something to eat. It had been a bit since she had eaten.
A bit on the tall side for a woman, she stood just over 5’ 10’’, but she was well muscled from lifting and loading her truck. She had worked long hours to be able to buy her own rig and become an independent driver. Now, she could enjoy the freedom that owning her own rig afforded her. She chose what loads to take, and where she went. She ran a callused hand through her spiked hair an
